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December 1, 2025 40 Comments

Some elaboration on an item from Friday’s Ephemera:

Liberals do this very weird thing where some deranged, violent criminal sticks a gun in your face and demands your wallet, but the wallet only has $20 in it, so from then on they’ll minimize the crime by describing it as, “stealing only $20.”

This is so fundamentally dishonest… https://t.co/fDj2uCk8m1

— wanye (@xwanyex) November 23, 2025

Readers will note the sly conceit that what matters, all that matters, is the sum being stolen this time, not the whole at knifepoint or gunpoint business – as if this lively means of cash extraction were some trivial detail, beneath acknowledgment. A thing with no informational content, no clues as to the character of the perpetrator, their fitness for a civilised world.

Those pointing to the smallness of the sum as if it were a significant mitigating factor don’t seem troubled by the implication that someone who will violate others, and threaten them with death, for a mere $20 is someone who will use very small incentives to behave in monstrous ways. Likewise, the implication that robbing people with only $20 to surrender is a matter of no import.

Indeed, one might note the underlying belief that the outrage and horror of being robbed at knifepoint or gunpoint – the degree of violation and moral injury, the amount of wrongness – depends only on the amount of cash you happened to have on you at the time.

Which, again, rather screws over people who don’t have a lot of money.

The chappie doing the pointing in this case is Brian Rosenwald, a scholar in residence at the University of Pennsylvania, a teacher of history and political science, a shaper of young minds. Mr Rosenwald objects to a three-strikes law whereby “you had people stealing $10 items and getting life sentences,” which he describes as a “disaster,” a series of “foolish, unjust outcomes.”

To which commenter John D replies,

It’s never just “$20″… and Brian is a liar.

There is, shall we say, some sleight-of-hand. And a now familiar flattening of values, a signature of progressive posturing. And so, as noted in the replies on X, histories of armed robbery, carjacking, assault and battery, serial sucker-punching and other vigorous activities, all horrific for the victims, are somehow reduced to “stealing $20.”

So hey, no biggie.

As noted here many, many times, progressives often have a wildly inaccurate conception of the criminal demographic and of the psychology and motives in play, as expressed by the criminals themselves. A conception so inaccurate, one might call it perverse.

Readers with a taste for corrective statistics regarding recidivism and motives will find much to widen the eyes here. Along with some striking illustrations of how a very large fraction of crime could be prevented by dealing decisively with a surprisingly small number of persistent offenders.

To concentrate, as Mr Rosenwald does, on the assumed triviality of the third strike, rather than the seriousness of the first two and the pattern of behaviour being vividly revealed, is quite the manoeuvre. As if the refusal to be law-abiding after repeated warnings of incarceration – and what might be deduced from that – couldn’t possibly be useful information.

It occurs to me that someone who, having been warned in the strongest terms that any further law-breaking will have severe consequences – and who nonetheless continues violating others, whether for trivial gains or for purposes of recreation – is someone unlikely ever to become a functional and trustworthy citizen, someone to be given, once again, benefit of the doubt.

Again, progressives as a class aren’t just wrong in some detail, some particular, some point misunderstood. The assumptions so often in play, the relentless contrivance, the defining mindset, are fundamentally, directionally wrong. There’s an air of perverse motivation.

Such that the law-abiding, including the many victims of these creatures, are expected to endorse an insane leniency, a grotesque forgiveness, on grounds that their own safety and expectations of justice should be rescinded in favour of giving an irredeemable sociopath another 56 chances to learn how to behave.

And so, we arrive at the implication that women, for instance, should resign themselves to a low-trust urban dystopia, and learn to accept the growing risk of being menaced and assaulted, or worse, on public transport, so that habitually criminal brutes can be given more chances to decide not to be habitually criminal brutes.

Because accommodating brutes, indulging them with more chances, is somehow better, fairer, more moral.

These are people whose every action screams “I am someone who cannot be trusted in a civilised society. I am dangerous and always will be. I will hurt people, for fun, because it amuses me, over and over again, until I am forcibly stopped.” And our analyst and scholar, our esteemed academic, says, ‘Oh, nonsense. Nothing to worry about. We can fix them.’

While having no idea how.

And when faced with an avalanche of pushback and factual correction, Mr Rosenwald, our statusful scholar and thinker of deep thoughts, simply waves his hands dismissively and says, “I could care less – I’m a historian. The research on three-strike laws is unambiguous. Who cares what people on here think?”

Before ascending to the heavens, like some higher being.

Pst314 adds,

There was a time when such gross dishonesty would not be tolerated. Now, it is practically a requirement for a career in academia.

And not just academia.

I’ve mentioned before an episode of the long-running comedy-quiz show QI, in which Stephen Fry and his celebrity panellists sneered at the three-strikes policy with much tutting and condescension.

Viewers were given the impression that otherwise harmless and adorable people were being incarcerated simply for stealing “nine videotapes” or a few boxes of cookies. The assorted luvvies seemed oddly incurious about the rather more serious crimes that must have occurred previously. Nor did they seem interested in having those who’d been incarcerated roaming free in their own neighbourhoods, carjacking their neighbours, or breaking into their homes.

None of the participants seemed keen to find themselves or their loved ones being robbed at knifepoint, or gunpoint, even for a modest sum.

But everyone congratulated themselves on being so lofty and enlightened. Not like those redneck Americans and their silly, punitive ideas. Expectations of punishment and public safety being so terribly déclassé.

A recurring theme of the QI series is to show how common assumptions are sometimes wrong or misleading. And so there was a certain unintended irony in seeing the left-of-centre politics of the host and panellists being affirmed by an omission of facts. An omission that could not plausibly have been an accident.

The same sleight-of-hand as practised by our indignant academic. In a show about the wrongness of things that are widely assumed.

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Ephemera

Friday Ephemera (795)

November 28, 2025 166 Comments

It did not go entirely to plan. || Totally normal. || Itsy-bitsy. || Mrs Critchfield has a backyard business, 1953. || On the Batman effect. || Today’s words are body language. || Boasting of overcharging people based on their race. || Boob correction and other minor fixes. || Or maybe you could use a good moisturiser. || The more, the merrier. || The woman who moved her house 100 miles, 1975. || If size impresses you. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Chunky snow. || Incoming. || She has a racist chair. || On stealing $20, at knifepoint. || On deportations and legal creep. || A lively discussion regarding pizza – and $1. || The unspanked at large. || Puzzled look. || Coping. || Safety first. || Four Guineas a week and free hot water. || And finally, it’s waterproof, super-handy, and the edges are adhesive.

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Dating Decisions Free-For-All

Nightmare Scenario

November 26, 2025 79 Comments

Laughed, not sorry:

Imagine the daily torment of being married to someone high in neuroticism (emotional instability), low in conscientiousness, low in agreeableness, and eager to try anything new or exciting.

Imagine a spouse with the psychological profile of a Green Party member. pic.twitter.com/szrZP9A8o9

— i/o (@avidseries) November 25, 2025

And from the replies.

Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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An Audience For His Fetish

November 24, 2025 63 Comments

Readers may recall this chap here, a cross-dressing educator – the one who records classroom videos of himself faffing about with his wig while expecting applause for his feats of fake-hair management:

This clearly female teacher has a deep voice, do you think it’s from smoking? pic.twitter.com/CGoFhMXy1C

— Dr. Jebra Faushay (@JebraFaushay) May 15, 2025

As I said at the time,

Schools have surrendered to cross-dressing men with a rapidity and full-throatedness that is quite remarkable. The place where cross-dressing men should not be – in positions of intimacy with, and authority over, children – is where they seem to find the most gushing welcome and the most ludicrous indulgence. Such that children are coerced to mouth fabulist pronouns and to regurgitate obvious lies.

Despite much higher rates of sexual offending, including offences against children, and similarly high rates of serious mental illness, people who identify as trans appear to be favoured in school hiring. Their numbers, and social-media prominence, does seem noteworthy. Among successful candidates, there is a certain triumphalism. A confident strutting.

Hence the numerous videos of such men vamping and cavorting in a classroom setting. Marking their territory with an arsenal of bad wigs and curiously oversized fake boobs.

And then there’s the not insignificant matter of introducing an element of transvestite farce into the classroom, which may result in children being distracted from the task at hand by the perhaps more immediate question of what the strange man in the wig and padded push-up bra sees when he looks in a mirror.

Readers may also wish to ponder whether children should be imposed upon in this way and should be obliged to pretend, to be dishonest, on a daily basis. Which is to say, pretending not to see the pantomime, and being obliged to participate in the teacher’s psychodrama, for the teacher’s gratification.

While any children who demur, who acknowledge the obvious, even politely, run a risk of being disciplined and publicly denounced. It seems to me this is, at the very least, rude. Some might say abusive.

It is, I’d suggest, enormously presumptuous, and selfish, to coerce other people’s children into what amounts to a personal affirmation exercise. A gratuitous flex at their expense. While knowing that the parents of those children may not approve, and may be left to deal with whatever upset or confusion ensues. Any number of inapt or premature questions.

Well. Let’s catch up with the chap in question, Mr James Roman Stilipec, and his predictably emboldened activities:

Concerns are mounting in Maryland after a male teacher was found posting TikTok videos flaunting what he describes as his pregnancy and breast-implant fetish.

Videos that his students could easily access. A coincidence, I’m sure.

In [one video], Stilipec is seen wearing an exaggerated breast form and an oversized fake pregnant belly beneath a tight green shirt.

I know. You’re intrigued. Here you go:

🤰 “I’m having twins!”

Trans teacher openly flaunts his pregnancy fetish online when he’s not in the classroom.

If you didn’t think perverts would exploit gender-identity policies in schools to gain access to impressionable children, look no further.

It’s already happening. pic.twitter.com/La6H5iZYAm

— Gays Against Groomers (@againstgrmrs) November 21, 2025

Yes, it positively screams ideal teacher material.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, parents expressed concern:

In one livestream… multiple parents pressed Stilipec on whether his fetishes compromised his ability to safely carry out his duties around children. Stilipec denied this, despite admitting to some fetishistic behaviour.

“Nobody can see my autogynephilia,” replied Mr Stilipec, with a confidence born of indulgence, and while making sure that any passers-by, including children, could see his colossal fake breasts and fake pregnancy.

While Stilipec frequently sports enormous S-cup breast forms in his TikToks, he also has large breast implants that he has openly boasted about online, describing them as “36DDD, but I can fluff them up to about a 36G.”

Because fake boobs can’t ever be too big. For a certain kind of chap.

Strangely, Stilipec has said he does not identify as a woman or a “trans woman.” On his X account, Stilipec has clarified he… is not on hormone replacement therapy, and has no desire to transition. Instead, he says he simply has breast implants, pregnancy, and “forced feminisation” fetishes, and occasionally identifies as “gender fluid” or “non-binary.”

A relief to all parents, I’m sure. No hint of anything untoward there. And now that the doors of cross-dressing have been kicked wide open in the name of progress, including the doors to classrooms, I suppose anything goes. Having given away the store.

Our educator, Mr Stilipec, also tells us, “I was dysphoric about [not] having boobs, so I got them.” This prosthetic enhancement, all 36DDD of it, is, we learn, “just for my own self-gratification.” And hey, what’s self-gratification without a captive audience of other people’s children? Five days a week.

Despite not identifying as a woman, Stilipec reportedly does still utilise female spaces.

But of course.

And because a cake needs icing:

Stilipec also writes erotic fiction under the pen name Jay Aress. Nearly all of his publicly available works feature themes of BDSM, sexual slavery, and forced prostitution. In one short book, Angel’s Continuing Enslavement, a young woman is injected with a drug that halts her aging on her 18th birthday before being auctioned off and sold as a “pleasure slave.”

But remember, to be A Good Progressive Person, you must learn to disregard any and all warning signs. Those little flashing red lights.

“Good morning, class.”

Previously in the world of not-at-all-concerning cross-dressing educators, a three-part saga of sorts: One. Two. Three. Though the faint-of-heart may wish to proceed with caution.

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Anthropology

Her Fascinating Self

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From the Guardian‘s lifestyle pages, some exquisite sensitivity:

For as long as I can remember, I’ve seemed to feel life more intensely than many other people.

Being so special, you see.

I move through my days flayed open, exposed to the world. I can smell food, the ocean, flowers when no one else seems to. A beautiful sunrise will send me into ecstatic rapture.

It’s all rather high-gear, positively operatic.

Could anyone else feel everything all at once, I wondered.

Like I said, for an opening, it’s pretty rich stuff.

The one being so immensely special, so rapturous and ecstatic, is Ms Miranda Luby, a lifestyle journalist who “writes regular opinion columns… about life as a 30-something.” Which is to say, about herself.

Ms Luby was excited to discover that her immense specialness has a name:

The term “Highly Sensitive Person” (HSP) was coined by the psychologist Elaine Aron in the mid-1990s… The theory is that the HSP is more responsive to stimuli, processes experiences more deeply, is strongly attuned to aesthetic influences, and lives with a vivid, complex inner world.

Vivid and complex. Not at all like you.

I read everything I could about my newfound label. I signed up for an email newsletter for HSPs and treated it like a bible. There were philosophical quotes, photos of bookshelves and lush forests, discussions about the ache of being human. These were my people. This was me. I felt seen.

The last three words, I’ll just leave those there.

When not aching with her own humanity, Ms Luby likes to tell other people about how she aches with her own humanity:

I mostly considered being an HSP a gift. It charges daily life with beauty and meaning and infuses my writing with more depth.

As readers of the Guardian‘s lifestyle pages can doubtless testify.

But I also recognised its downsides and had sometimes struggled with the challenges of feeling everything so deeply. But now it seemed I need to protect myself, to curate my world, in ways I hadn’t even thought of.

Clearly, more self-absorption was in order.

The newsletter and social media accounts I’d started to follow told me there were things I could and couldn’t do. Things I must have to feel peace… They gave me a daily to do list, items such as “environmental scans” to avoid undesirable stimulus. There was a link to a hat with the word “overwhelmed” printed on the front.

At last, a special hat.

I became very good at privately rehearsing future events in my mind… If I go to those birthday drinks for too long then I will feel overwhelmed and I won’t have a good sleep, then I’ll be really tired tomorrow but my coffee will give me a headache, then I won’t be able to concentrate during this work phone call, and then and then and then. I listed my fears until they felt like facts, my thoughts pulling me along by a phantom leash.

Self-absorption, it turns out, comes at a price.

I soon realised that I’d created a mental cage out of my sensitivity, transforming it into anxiety.

Well, yes. Not exactly a plot twist, but modish, very now.

In recent years, self-labelling and self-diagnosis have become increasingly common, as people turn to online information, symptom language and identity frameworks to make sense of their inner experience. But experts warn this can sometimes be more harmful than helpful.

Such is the quest for specialness. Happily, Ms Luby tells us that she’s steered clear of any neurotic spiralling:

Over time I’ve learned cognitive retraining techniques and grounding practices… My nervous system may be wired a little differently but my attention is still mine to direct, and when I stop scanning the world for threats I’m more available to notice the sheer magic of being alive.

No identity-announcing hat required. Ah, all is well.

Ms Luby’s numerous accounts of her own remarkableness include what it’s like to have face-blindness and to be afraid of supermarkets, what it’s like to think you’re dying, and what it’s like to realise the “negative effect mirrors were having on me.”

Entirely unrelated to anything above:

Now excuse me while I hide the breakables.

Via Julia.

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